Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Threats

Right, uh, uh same shit every day,
please forgive me for all my sins
Yeah, nigga wake up to the shit everyday, homie
Walk through the valley of the of death
No rules,

Washing my sins off in water
Feel like the Bible me lies as I pray to 'em
Kneel down, put my faith in 'em, will you me?
But if God won't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm find my way

Uh, four corners, cat and chase, got cheese to catch
High on on some drug, I'm Cadet
Dreaming I don't up on the block no more
trying to make it out this obstacle
Life on the edge, a block away
Pretty Snow White eight today
Selling base, no Dr. Dre
Uh, guess who in the
Bucket hat with a like the pilgrim uh
Kneeling down with some to address like
Why the ones who commit the worst sins live the
The 10 commandments, I can five checks
But I sense flaws, the Bible preaching blind
held me down, got faith in a Pyrex
Faith in a four-five, I call it the
Sewer of drugs when the toilet digests from the cop raid
All can relate, from the streets to the from niggas to compadres
When the sun go down, I'm predictin' a heatwave, forecast whole body
Heat on, room of homi's, I just pray that the Lord got me

Uh but if God help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way
Mic check, mic check, mic check, (La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
But if God won't help me, gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way

Aim that, shoot that, pledge
mine, kill yours, make it even
Soul need saving, Mr.
I I only come around when it's Easter
Funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas
When I'm in jail or my card declined
Uh, will you me?
Take me out of and make plans for me?
Misery loves company, ain't a
It was just me and my niggas, we was to survive
But we would never it out alive
we living to die, oxymoron
Hope to get to heaven 'til that day
through the ally, hope the bullet don't collide
Car shattered, glass on my right side
bark in the backyard, rootin' for me
Out of belly, courtesy of 40
Spoiled only child, baby boy
Same jacket on from in the day
Praying that the Lord come and take me

Uh but if God don't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' my way
Mic check, mic check, mic check, (La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
But if God won't help me, gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way

Ey yo tuna sandwiches bread, dry snaking
Black Lincoln, Mac, I clap a king-pin
Caught me in the gust that I was thinkin'
On how to rich and get bills with my acquaintances
Yeah, money is the issue, I you
It's no problem at all, yo, the bunch on the
'Cause I'm a suit king
Cooling at the gambling spot with a face grin
No wage bet, we stay winning, it again, yo
Put the in your jaw, now say it again
Round knife, fork, the tents, coming to rents
Get out the way or let the dispense
killers who make the events iller
This is realer, snatch you right up out of the Benz
The Wu wheelers who huddle up, coupes knows the
You know the woopty-woop, solo or group I kill